Pocong Terror in Rejo Pakis Village

Bu Dayat's

Me and Atun were walking along with the other children from our village. We deliberately went home waiting for the others because to avoid the man we met this morning. On second thought, the man we saw this morning was very similar to the mysterious man I saw in the tomb. At least the man wouldn't have done anything bad to us if a lot of eyewitnesses had seen him.

"Hey, look at that." one of our friends pointed to a crowd of people walking in tandem. Some of them carry something that looks heavy. While some of the others are seen walking in tandem following from behind.

"Innalillahi wa innaillaihi rojiun."

It was clear that the crowd was carrying a coffin that must have been one of the villagers who died. We ran to chase the crowd before

they turned towards the tomb.

We saw Pakdhe Kusno when he managed to chase the crowd.

"Who died, Pakdhe?" I ventured to ask. Atun tugged at my arm to leave.

I paused my intention to find out who was carried in the coffin. I'd rather shut up and hurry home. Do not let the man I met this morning also be among these people and see me.

"Pity yes, sir. The unfinished problem forced Bu Dayat to end it like this."

Deg

I was listening to Father and Mother. Instead of rushing to enter the house, I just stood there unconsciously at the door.

"So that body Minah was on that street?" I confirmed my doubts about my parents' stories.

"Yes, Nduk. It's Bu Dayat." said Mother.

Apparently so heavy the burden of Bu Dayat's mind all along. It's just that he always chose to be quiet when he found out his son was making trouble in the village by terrorizing PM one by one these villagers Pakis Rejo. I think of his silence all this time because he felt that his son had to die and chose to put up.

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Tonight feels very lonely. Not even the sound of the night beast was heard at all. I wish I could go through this long night in peace. But it seemed all in vain, when I saw a familiar shadow for me standing between the middle room and the kitchen. Unfortunately, I have not been able to close my eyes. My drowsiness evaporated, disappeared instantly, I don't know where it went.

I rocked her body hoping Mom would wake up and accompany me.

The sound of crying is heard. The sound of an adult crying sounded very clear.

"What is that figure that cries?" I pulled Dad's hand. Suddenly, my father woke up and hugged me.

Ibbw ... Gbpbuu .....The sound of crying was heard increasingly clearly calling his mother.

"Sir, Minah is scared "this time I really feel scared. I woke up and hugged me from behind. The sound of the creaking of long nails was also clearly heard outside the house. With the sound of crying calling his mother. It is heartbreaking for anyone who hears it.

"Why should it be in our house, sir? Why doesn't the devil just go to his own house." I was upset. You're just trying to calm me down so I don't make a sound.

"Father don't know, Nduk. Don't listen to me."

Slowly the sound of crying drifted away. Either the devil heard my words, or wanted to move to another house to just find a friend to complain.